| I never fit in I was an outcast
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| In grade school, out blastin' my Outkast
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| And I’ll pass on running' to catch a route pass
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| Give me a pen and a pad I’m tryna outlast
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| All of my idols, America into foreign-ers
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| Before the foreign cars and the boring bars
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| Money, money, money, sex, drugs, and the coroners
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| All this killin' but where the bodies at?
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| All this money but where the Bugattis at?
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| But dig a lil deeper and you’ll find another insecure man sittin' in a two
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| seater
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| The same little boy that got beat up
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| Plenty pains in his past you could bring up
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| Nobody ever told him he could be more than he is, but inside he’s a leader
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| I didn’t know who was inside me either
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| Striving to be the captain, hoping I can date a cheerleader
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| Tryna get me a throne of my own so I can put my feet up
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| Thank God my kingdom was overthrown by The Soul Redeemer
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| Yeah, anomaly
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| Deviation From The Common Rule
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| Somethin' or somebody that’s abnormal,
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| And dosen’t fit in
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| I say that’s exactly what we are.
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| We are the odd,
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| The outcast,
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| The peculiar,
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| The Strangers.
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| And they say we don’t fit in
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| But I say, we are exactly who God created us to be anomalies
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| The system didn’t plan for this. |